Shy as the hour after dusk,
She looks for fortitude in the night sky
As the stars wake, she holds her head high.
In this moment, although not fearless,
She can fear less.
What a spoiled child you are
I tried to help you
And I hoped I could
With all the gentleness left in me.
The more you thrown me to the ground
The more you crushed my chest underfoot,
The more I hold on to you.
And I stood there helplessly
Weeping and withering